Douluo: Unparalleled General, Starting by Deceptive Thousand-Snow-Peak 110

Chapter 110: Nan Feihuang VS Tang San

At this moment, Xiao Wu was completely unaware of the crisis of being noticed by a Title Douluo; she was still sulking. She had been fighting fiercely, only to be suddenly interrupted. As the former big sister of their junior academy, she hadn’t experienced such an injustice in years.

“Who the heck are you? Do we need you to step in? Looks like I’ll have to show you just how formidable Xiao Wu-jie is today.” Two yellow Soul Rings rose beneath Xiao Wu’s feet. “Second Soul Skill, Charm!”

Despite Xiao Wu’s arrogance, her combat experience as a ten-thousand-year soul beast was undeniable. She knew she couldn’t keep up with Nan Feihuang’s movements; he was probably even faster than the agility-type fighter Zhu Zhuqing. To win, she had to charm him first.

Xiao Wu met Nan Feihuang’s gaze, winking charmingly with a mysterious pink glow emanating from her eyes.

Nan Feihuang met her stare. Charm skills, simply put, were a contest of spiritual power, and he wasn’t afraid. Unnoticed by anyone, a flash of bluish-green light flickered in his eyes.

“Ah!” Xiao Wu suddenly clutched her head and cried out in pain. The backlash of a mental attack – that was the consequence.

A mere second Soul Skill, encountering a spiritual attribute external soul bone, could only end this way.

“Xiao Wu!” Tang San, seeing this, was both anxious and furious. Turning back to Nan Feihuang, his eyes were bloodshot, no longer the calm demeanor from before. “You dare injure my sister!”

“I didn’t hurt her. She was affected by her own spiritual power backlash. The biggest taboo in spiritual attacks is facing an opponent with superior spiritual power. Unfortunately, I’m far stronger than this little rabbit,” Nan Feihuang explained, knowing Tang San wouldn’t listen, but he still had to say it. He didn’t want to take the blame.

“It’s still your fault! You didn’t need to interfere, and if you hadn’t, Xiao Wu wouldn’t have attacked you,” Tang San retorted, easily losing his rationality whenever Xiao Wu was involved. Blue Silver Grass appeared in the center of his palm – clearly, Nan Feihuang had crossed his line.

Seeing that his explanation was useless, Nan Feihuang shrugged. “Suit yourself. Go ahead and attack.”

“玄玉手 (Xuanyu Hand)!” Tang San said no more and attacked decisively.

This was a hallmark of the Tang Sect – if you’ve decided someone is an enemy, you eliminate them with swift action. Don’t play possum; otherwise, you’ll end up a real pig.

But Nan Feihuang intended to refute this. With an overwhelming difference in strength, even playing possum wouldn’t make you a pig.

Nan Feihuang reached towards the ground and sucked up a broken table leg. “A little short, but it’ll do.”

Nan Feihuang anticipated Tang San’s attack, holding the stick in one hand, and with a single, precise thrust, he struck Tang San’s wrist artery – the precision was astonishing.

Tang San was shocked. The casual strike had instantly pierced the weak point of his iron-hard 玄玉手 (Xuanyu Hand).

It had been a blow that could have crippled his wrist had it been a sharper weapon.

“Ghost Shadow Misty Steps!” Tang San’s form blurred, trying to disorient Nan Feihuang.

Nan Feihuang simply closed his eyes, responding to the chaos with stillness.

“Controlling the Crane, Capturing the Dragon.” Tang San reached for the stick in Nan Feihuang’s hand, attempting to disarm him using soft force.

But Nan Feihuang shifted his grip, from the edge to the center of the stick, then rotated and twirled it, executing one of the Eighteen Single-Handed Picks, the “Dancing Flower.”

The key to “Controlling the Crane, Capturing the Dragon” is borrowing force, but Tang San couldn’t grasp Nan Feihuang’s strength, rendering the technique useless.

“First Soul Skill, Entanglement!”

If he couldn’t grasp it, he would restrain it. The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Nan Feihuang at incredible speed. Nan Feihuang smiled slightly, then exerted force throughout his body, instantly shattering the Blue Silver Grass into dust.

“Such powerful physical strength!” Zhu Zhuqing was astonished. Not long ago, she had battled Tang San in the Great Fighting Arena. She had been bound by Blue Silver Grass then, but couldn’t even break free, let alone shatter it. Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass was incredibly resilient. Yet this person, simply through bodily force, had reduced it to powder. She wondered if she was dreaming.

“Impossible!” Tang San couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His teacher had clearly stated that unless someone had two more Soul Rings than him, they couldn’t break his Blue Silver Grass in one strike. He was nearing Soul Sage; could this person, roughly his age, be close to Soul King?

“Second Soul Skill, Parasitism!”

Despite his panic, Tang San’s combat instincts were excellent; he changed his tactics swiftly, having already anticipated the Blue Silver Grass being broken, so he left seeds on Nan Feihuang during the attack.

Blue Silver Grass extended from Nan Feihuang’s neck, binding him again.

“It’s useless, no matter how many times you try,” Nan Feihuang said. This time, he didn’t use physical strength; his body glowed red, burning the Blue Silver Grass with high heat. After consuming the Ice Fire Immortal Grass, his martial soul had become dual-attribute – ice and fire.

Even without summoning his martial soul, he could use these elemental powers. And the fire destroyed not only the binding vines but also the seeds.

Nan Feihuang beckoned Tang San with his finger. “Your techniques are quite interesting. Got any more fun tricks? Show me what else you’ve got!”

“An incredible person! He hasn’t even used his martial soul yet, but he’s completely broken my Xuanyu Hand, Ghost Shadow Misty Steps, Controlling the Crane, Capturing the Dragon, and Blue Silver Grass. Judging by his earlier counter to Xiao Wu’s Charm, mental attacks won’t work either. Fine, then don’t blame me!” Tang San reached for his Twenty-Four Bridges to the Bright Moon.

Seeing this, everyone from Shrek instinctively took a step back.

They knew Tang San was about to use his most powerful hidden weapons – a fighting style that had even beaten Zhao Wuji badly. This young man was dead.

“You’ve crossed my line. Pay for injuring Xiao Wu! Purple Extreme Demon Eye.” Tang San’s eyes turned purple, completely locking onto Nan Feihuang, and his wrists moved rapidly.

Swish, swish, swish, swish.

A torrent of flying needles surged towards Nan Feihuang, even including Dragon Whisker Needles.

Facing such a dense attack, Nan Feihuang knew the stick wouldn’t work anymore. He threw it away, and with a gesture, he grasped a halberd, executing one of the Eighteen Single-Handed Picks, the “Block.”

The rapidly spinning, impenetrable ice-fire halberd deflected all the flying needles. Moreover, this time Tang San couldn’t retrieve them; they were either frozen by ice or melted by fire.

After Tang San exhausted all his hidden weapons, Nan Feihuang remained unharmed.

“Eighteen Single-Handed Picks? Who are you? How do you know the Eighteen Single-Handed Picks?” Tang San stopped attacking, shouting angrily. Initially, Nan Feihuang had used a stick, and the style felt vaguely familiar but he hadn’t recognized it, but when Nan Feihuang switched to the halberd, he immediately remembered. This martial art was a spear and halberd technique practiced by famous generals throughout the empire’s history – the Eighteen Single-Handed Picks.

But this was a martial art from his past life’s empire; how could someone in this world know it?

“Oh, you recognized the Eighteen Single-Handed Picks?” Nan Feihuang was a little surprised. It seemed that in Tang San’s original world, Xiang Yu, the Overlord, existed, and had passed down the Eighteen Single-Handed Picks.

Tang San might not have eaten pork, but he’d at least seen pigs run. The Tang Sect sold hidden weapons, poisons, even gunpowder, such as the Buddha’s Wrath Tang Lotus. Although called hidden weapons, they primarily relied on gunpowder for their power. The Tang Sect inevitably interacted with the imperial court.

In his past life, Tang San had seen imperial generals using this martial art.

(End of Chapter)

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